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At her place I take the prize, so easy; like a piece of pie

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At her place I take the prize, so easy; like a piece of pie.

There wasn't anything memorable about the sex:

No one ever stuck around, they were only kicked to the side for the next.

Krissy has no idea who she made-out with; her bare body shares a hard hit.

This girl is too naive to face the fact that I'm a ghost. Silhouettes.

A combination of smoke...cigarettes.

My body makes her frantic, chicks craved my large, cut fit; simply a beauty to dance with.

With dark hair and a sharp face to match.

I watch her gasp in my fire. Addicted and cracked as all were. Another sire.

The dances she lays atop of me were tight, and her moans were just as nice.

A sweet, hot song of sacrifice.

I was baffled, even a bit surprised. I caught myself from joining in with her song.

No. I can't show too much pleasure, not at all...besides, the time's coming to make her fall.

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